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Originally published on the College Voice‘s summer blog, the Summer Voice.

New York City may be the vermin capital of the United States. The city teems with creatures so filth-ridden and depraved they nearly defy enumeration—rats, cockroaches, Collegiate alumni. Out of the corner of one eye, you see something emerge from a crack in the wall, scurry along the floor, buy your friend a drink. It’s enough to make your skin crawl.
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Originally published on the College Voice‘s summer blog, the Summer Voice.

New York is so much about the subway. This is especially true for those not among the Seraphim who orbit Union Square in a lazy, half-mile radius, and instead ride the 4 train to far-off, stone-age Brooklyn after dark.

A map of the world.

This summer, I’m living in the Prospect Heights neighborhood of Brooklyn in a renovated brownstone with two roommates and a backyard. I’m interning at an arts magazine called BOMB in Fort Greene (also a neighborhood of Brooklyn), which is about 15 minutes from my apartment. Convenient as this is for me during the week, it’s relatively difficult to get anyone who doesn’t live here to come “all the way” out to Brooklyn, or, for that matter, “all the way” up- or downtown in Manhattan.

The city comprises five boroughs, which are, in descending order of outside interest: Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens, the Bronx, and Staten Island. Contrary to the understanding of many Manhattanites, people do inhabit each and every one of them. They may as well not, however, after 10 PM and on weekends, because subway service in the “outer boroughs” drops off significantly, from six trains (three local, three express) within reasonable walking distance of my apartment to two (both local).

Rude.
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